When a man with a smiling, college jock face calling himself 'Channing Travolta' posts publicity pictures of himself in virgin white trunks, he's creating an image that is an attractive target for all the beastly characters in the world of wrestling who just love to take a self-regarding, pretty boy down a peg or two.
Against Elite Eliot he confident turns up wearing brash red trunks with matching arm bands plus a bleach blond hair-do that projects more edge than his squared-jawed, well cushioned appearance actually delivers.
Nevertheless his chunky physique alone suggests he will be a formidable opponent and more than able to look after himself. So it proves. He gains an early ascendancy over the highly experienced Eliot and pauses to showboat as if to assure us 'you ain't seen nothing yet'.
His undisguised glee while inflicting a painful claw hold on Eliot's face reveals a typically jock-like, cruel streak and contempt for his opponent. Travolta's arrogance is likely to backfire badly at some point, especially against an old trooper like Eliot, who's more wrestler than bully, but no stranger to inflicting unpleasantness on his opponents.
Eliot can turn to a dirty trick or two of his own. if he's riled.
being levered into back-breaking agony.
His pretty-boy face is engulfed by the sweaty hairiness of Eliot's armpit.
But, inexplicably, his manhood pushes out against the restraint of his trunks.
Channing has suddenly lost control of this contest,
His superior weight and strength are neutralised by his opponent with humiliating ease
It's used against him as he is dropped, crashing down onto the canvass.
His foray into the ring suddenly ends in humiliation and failure.
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A second match quickly follows.
Max Quivers' mask and business suit don't fit the template of a serious wrestler,
but he's a lot bigger than Channing and that the spooky outfit belies a wealth of fight experience.
Channing quickly discovers that truth as Max's friendly handshake
suddenly pulls him into a backwards arm lever and torso twist.
He forces Channing to bend, exposing his fleshy waist to a vicious claw hold.
It's as if those red trunks have angered Max, like the proverbial bull shown a red rag.
Throwing Channing down onto the canvas, the black depths of Max's psyche emerge
as he wraps his hands round Channing's neck and squeezes the choke hold.
Max releases his hold before Channing passes out, allowing him to roll away
But then he follows and traps him, pinning his neck beneath the sole of his shoe.
Giving us a nice view of Channing's buns!
As Channing struggles to his knees. Max takes off his tie.
He wraps it round Channing's neck, pulling it chokingly tight.
Within seconds Channing collapses, gasping for breath again.
Max releases him before passes into unconsciousness.
But Channing's torment has barely begun.
Max removes his jacket, showing he means business.
He traps Channing's arms in torso stretch that has the new boy squirming,
like a turkey who's just found out about Christmas.
That turkey comparison seems to have occurred to Max as well.
With Channing down on his knees before him
Max seems intent on wringing his neck.
It's a short step to a repeat of Eliot's humiliation,
as Channing's face is smothered by Max's arm pit.
I'd wager that Max's shirt is a lot sweatier and smellier
than Elite Eliot's underarm hair.
Channing's too busy to appreciate such nuances,
because Max's knee is grinding into his back.
The back-breaking attack gathers pace as Max flips him over
and folds his legs into the dreaded Boston Crab.
Channing's chunky physique is marvellously displayed.
exerting every ounce of strength in his body
to stop Max squatting on him and thus capping the move.
His face graphically shows the effort and pain involved.
Max does enough damage to leave Channing helpless on the mat.
Like Eliot before him, he can't resist pulling the Golden Boy up by his bleached hair.
Channing seems to have lost the will to fight
even with his hair being twisted out by the roots.
He's spotted the discarded tie lying on the canvas nearby,
like a snake poised to strike again.
Rolling Channing over, Max levers his arms behind his back
The big college jock is completely overpowered and hurting.
That tie now seems to like a threat of bondage.
Channing bleats something about the rules, as if he's an angel himself.
In another uncanny echo of Channing's debut against Eliot
Max shows just what he thinks of 'The Rules' by grabbing Channing's mouth,
prising it open and paying him back, it seems, for using a similar move against Eliot.
Channing grabs the tie as if fearing it will now become a gag.
A great shot of Channing's ass with Quiver's crotch hovering over it,
Channing's bent leg blocks any exploitation, fortunately (or unfortunately)
but with Quiver's weight bearing down on it that's scant compensation.
Max finishes his chastisement of the pretty boy by trapping Channing in the ropes.
he rubs in the defeat, applying the sole of his shoe to his neck again.
I hope it's clean!
Max goes off, leaving Channing humiliatingly displayed.
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More of Channing's attempts to break into the wrestling big time in
the next post!
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